After my dad passed away, two of his friends clearly felt an obligation to keep an eye on me and my various endeavors. “Uncle” John had been an engineer with my father at Hamilton Standard, and a lifelong friend. He made a point of stopping by to monitor Anne’s and my home building progress - which admittedly took forever. We only worked on our house nights, weekends, and in between other building projects, so progress was indeed pretty slow. Not infrequently we’d find notes stuck to the front door – or where the front door would have been if we’d taken the time to install it. Notes with good natured observations like;
I so love this version/vision of community - and miss it so!
Ok. You got me on this one. Beautiful!!